My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The house looks smaller than I remembered. I can see tarpaper under some of the broken roofing tiles. The driveway's crumbling shoulders and huge cracks running through the asphalt are big enough to swallow the yellow Corvair my dad once parked under the carport. Dingy, colorless vinyl siding covers the original stone façade. Looking around … Continue reading Memories for sale
I saw her standing in front of the greeting cards. She was far enough away that she couldn't leaf through the selection of valentines, but close enough to read the sappy sentiments. With a melancholy look on her face, an occasional smile would threaten, only to be subdued by her sad eyes. She held her … Continue reading Valentine’s Day
Gleaming in the moonlight, the unblemished sand is the perfect slate for my vitriolic complaints. A storm-torn quill, plucked from the befouled backside of a garbage-eating gull, is my mighty sword. Digging deep into the sand, I gouge out a litney of aspersions towards those who perpetrated wrongs against me. Listing them in their entirety, … Continue reading Sand script
I once luxuriated on a blanket of fragrant rose petals you scattered around our bedroom. Disillusioned, my hands protected by sterile latex, I now use metal tongs to gather skid-marked tighty-whiteys.
I felt the locomotive before I heard it. Leaning against the greasy pylons, I was awash in the rumbling as it rode along the steel rails, and cascaded down over the wooden scaffold. It was a rhythmic thundering that resonated deep in my bones. This was the timbre of my childhood. Escaping along the trestle … Continue reading Lonesome whistle
It was years since I'd been here. Walking among the weathered stones, I realized I was lost. None of the names were familiar, when once I could recited them like a favorite nursery rhyme. At the end of the north side, I finally found the kneeling angel facing the Woodmen totem. Turning to the east, … Continue reading Contractual obligations
Thin spiral notebook 